Had been going to go out for coffee/food/what-have-you with Rie and Rob... this is assuming I can wake up enough to drive anywhere. I'm seeing double and have been for several hours. Got to talk to Caleb, which was a Very Good Thing... I miss him a lot.

...and I'm worrying about a certain cat of mine...

I'd planned to be there, to talk him slowly and carefully through something rather specific. Then... ehh. Piss me off once, and you really should be more careful. Piss me off twice, and you might not have a chance to be more careful. Three times? *slight smile*

But for now, he's earned forgiveness. For now. It makes me miss Kadin all the more, though... *slight sigh*

Kittenpet, I don't know when you will read this, but when you DO, and have an hour or two and a spare phonecard... CALL. If I'm going to go to the trouble of retraining one of my boys I might as well retrain them all, yes? *slight smile*

Sleep. Gonna sleep until I stop seeing double and until my body stops trembling and until I can stand to be awake. After that, if it's before midnight, I'll call Rie-and-Rob.

For now...

...*yawns...

...Torian, Kadin I expect one fairly simple thing from you both. Just one. A response to this:

Yes, you did well, Torian. What might as well be a chain running from the collar around your throat to a cable at the head of the bed; tight bonds, threatening bonds... you did well to keep to my orders this time instead of assuming they stopped. I had indeed posted, telling you to continue, and telling you a few other things as well. One of them...

...ahh, but that one of them will apply to you both, now. Two slaves, one dark-haired, one fair... one already so experienced, one new and hesitant, so full of mistakes... I wish there were more chances from you to learn from one another. Since I (and you) don't get to have that, there will be something else instead.

I want you to imagine a small room. Two futon mattresses, little more than thin foam slabs with rough, scratchy cloth stitched around them for covers, are thrown on the floor at opposite ends of this room. There are windows, barred and open, placed high along the outer wall; the inner wall holds a door and a series of observation windows. From inside the room, those observation windows seem to be mirrors, but you've been allowed outside briefly, you know better.

In each wall, beside the pathetically simple bed, the thin sheet and threadbare pillow, and the small wooden box that is the only container for your posessions, there is a sturdy iron ring. A chain leads from each ring to a collar, sturdy as well, unbreakable, as are the metal circlets locked in place around your throats.

Three times a day you are unlocked, one at a time... taken out for exercise, a quick cold shower, food, necessities... never together, though. Sometimes you are beaten when you are removed; rarely told why, only that you had disobeyed some half-remembered rule or somehow displeased one of your watchers. Other times - far more rare - you are taken out of this area alltogether, enfolded in soft sheets and warm arms, held and praised... but sooner or later, returned to the small room you share.

Why are you here, my boys? What is it like? You have been forbidden to ask your Owner why you have been placed under such strict guard... but you are allowed to talk to each other. Surely you come up with theories... ideas... hopes... even fears.

...spin me a story, my pets. Let me see where your imaginations go with this.

*chuckles* And yes, anyone else who suddenly has a writing urge is free to do the same. However, 'anyone else' isn't likely to earn praise and first looks at the latest set of pictures I'm getting developed, ones that will NOT be linked to from here. *slight smile*